Vio.
I do assure you 'tis against my will.

Ant.
Put up your sword; if this young gentleman
Have done offence, I take the fault on me;
If you offend him, I for him defie you. [Drawing.

Sir To.
You, Sir! why, what are you?

Ant.
One, Sir, that for his love dares yet do more,
Than you have heard him brag to you he will.

Sir To.

Nay, if you be an undertaker, I am for you.

Fab.

O good Sir Toby, hold; here come the officers.

Sir To.

I'll be with you, anon.

Vio.

Pray, Sir, put up your sword, if you please.

Sir And.

Marry will I, Sir; and for that I promis'd you I'll be as good as my word. He will bear you easily, and reins well.

1 Off.
This is the man; do thy office.

2 Off.
Antonio, I arrest thee at the suit of duke Orsino.

Ant.
You do mistake me, Sir.

1 Off.
No, Sir, no jot; I know your favour well;
Tho' now you have no sea-cap on your head.
Take him away, he knows, I know him well.

Ant.
I must obey. This comes with seeking you;
But there's no remedy. I shall answer it.
What will you do? now my necessity
Makes me to ask you for my purse. It grieves me
Much more, for what I cannot do for you,
Than what befalls myself: you stand amaz'd;
But be of comfort.

2 Off.
Come, Sir, come away.

Ant.
I must intreat of you some of that money.

Vio.
What money, Sir?
For the fair kindness you have shew'd me here,
And part being prompted by your present trouble,

Out of my lean and low ability,
I'll lend you something; my having is not much;
I'll make division of my present with you:
Hold, there's half my coffer.

Ant.
Will you deny me, now?
Is't possible, that my deserts to you
Can lack persuasion? do not tempt my misery,
Lest that it make me so unsound a man,
As to upbraid you with those kindnesses,
That I have done for you.

Vio.
I know of none,
Nor know I you, by voice, or any feature.† ^note

Ant.
Oh heav'ns!

2 Off.
Come, Sir, I pray you, go.

Ant.
Let me but speak,
A little. Why, this youth that you see here,
I snatcht one half out of the jaws of death,
Reliev'd him with such sanctity of love;
And to his image, which methought did promise
Most venerable worth, did I devotion.

1 Off.
What's that to us? the time goes by; away.

Ant.
But oh, how vile an idol proves this god!
* ^noteThou hast, Sebastian, done good feature shame.
In nature there's no blemish, but the mind;
None can be call'd deform'd, but the unkind.
Virtue is beauty, but the beauteous evil
Are empty trunks, o'erflourish'd by the devil.

1 Off.
Surely the man grows mad, away with him:
Come, come, Sir.

Ant.
Lead me on. [Exit with Off.

Sir To.
Come hither, knight, come hither, Fabian.

Vio.
He nam'd Sebastian; I my brother know
Yet living, in my glass; even such and so

In favour was my brother, and he went
Still in this fashion, colour, ornament:
For him I imitate: oh! if it prove,
Tempests are kind, and salt waves fresh in love. [Exit.

Sir To.

A very dishonest paltry boy, and more a coward, than a hare; his dishonesty appears in leaving his friend here in necessity, and denying him; and for his cowardship, ask Fabian.

Fab.

A coward, devout coward, religious in it.

Sir And.

Od's lid, I'll after him again, and beat him.

Sir To.

Do, cuff him soundly, but ne'er draw thy sword.

Sir And.

If I do not—

Fab.

Come, let us see the event.

Sir To.

I dare lay money 'twill be nothing yet.